The Light in March

I’ve been out and about the last few days.
Beautiful imaginative clouds appear in the sky as stacked bubbles and waves.
The sky is blue and the air is clear. It’s enticing and irresistible.

Hornbæk Plantage
Øresund
Øresund
A View of Kronborg Castle in the distance

Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks ❤

A Sea Bath Waiting for Summer

Dancing Shadows

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by.

~   Christina Rossetti 

Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍

Today is just that kind of day

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

~ Billy Collins

Polish painter, Leon Wyczółkowski,
Spring in w:Gościeradz
Wincenty Wodzinowski
Wiosna
H. A. Brendekilde
Forår i landsbyen med piger i vejkanten
Danish painter, Peter Mork Mönsted
A spring morning in the village, overlooking Roskilde Fjord.

Duck Tracks in Thaw

This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.

~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.

A Change of Mood

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

Winter Holiday

The Snow Fairy was here

A Walk into the Twilight

Winter Landscape, Evening Atmosphere. Finnish painter and textile artist: Fanny Churberg (1845 – 1892)

When the day draws to a close and twilight fills with shadows, I see a new dimension emerges.
A universe where dreams and reality meet.

“Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.”
~ Winter-Time
by Robert Louis Stevenson

“You are always able to connect with the stars, no matter where you are. ” ~ Sjón

Ice skating in the sunset. Danish painter: Anders Andersen-Lundby (1841 – 1923)
Returning Home from the Hunt at Sunset. Austrian painter and composer: Désiré Thomassin-Renard (1858 – 1933)
A winter sunset,  Swiss-German painter:  Carl Schlesinger (1825–1893)

Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.